The trees along the perimeter green belts were bent by the wind, branches and leaves flying everywhere, accompanying the dense rain that swept through every corner.
Bai Man held her phone in one hand while extending the other out the window, maintaining this position motionless.
Despite the howling wind outside, the leaves rustling wildly, and the cold dampness and chill brought by the windblown fallen blossoms, Bai Man seemed unaffected by the cold. She faced the wind, letting it whip through her hair.
Xiaofeng, her manager, carried a cup of milk upstairs and saw Bai Man with her hair in disarray, the big wind causing papers to fly around the room.
"Miss Bai, it's too cold. Let me help you close the window, or you'll catch a cold. If you do, Shen Chi will be worried," Xiaofeng said with a smile, half-joking.
Bai Man didn't insist on keeping the window open. She smiled faintly and turned her head, pulling her shawl closer.
